It takes something remarkable to drag Caleb's attention away from Yussa's ass as he climbs the stairs behind him, but the enchanted windows do it. He marvels at them openly, taking a moment to look out across the ocean when he knows he should be seeing streets and buildings instead.
In Yussa's bedroom, however, the windows show the city as they should, and it is a beautiful view. Caleb is almost surprised to find that he's very familiar with it. He calls the Tangles home as well, though his place is closer to the Cobalt Soul. "You do not live far from me," he comments aloud, softly enough that he could be talking to himself. At least he knows it will be easy to get home from here, even in the middle of the night.
(Gods, he has class tomorrow, the first of the semester. He should have gone home already. But he doesn't even consider it. This is so worth whatever grogginess he will have to fight through tomorrow.)
Finally he turns back to take in the rest of the room a second time in the warm light of the dangling lanterns, including Yussa on the edge of a spacious bed. The decor is sparing, but tasteful and elegant, as he's come to expect, though the small personal details such as the left behind teacup show much more about the man who lives here. Caleb is drawn in by the coy come-hither curl of his fingers. His knees hit the soft white comforter, and he follows Yussa as he moves toward the center of the bed. As soon as he is close enough, he presses him down into it with an insistent kiss, planting his elbows against the mattress and covering Yussa's body with his, chest to chest. His soft cock slots against the other man's hip.
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In Yussa's bedroom, however, the windows show the city as they should, and it is a beautiful view. Caleb is almost surprised to find that he's very familiar with it. He calls the Tangles home as well, though his place is closer to the Cobalt Soul. "You do not live far from me," he comments aloud, softly enough that he could be talking to himself. At least he knows it will be easy to get home from here, even in the middle of the night.
(Gods, he has class tomorrow, the first of the semester. He should have gone home already. But he doesn't even consider it. This is so worth whatever grogginess he will have to fight through tomorrow.)
Finally he turns back to take in the rest of the room a second time in the warm light of the dangling lanterns, including Yussa on the edge of a spacious bed. The decor is sparing, but tasteful and elegant, as he's come to expect, though the small personal details such as the left behind teacup show much more about the man who lives here. Caleb is drawn in by the coy come-hither curl of his fingers. His knees hit the soft white comforter, and he follows Yussa as he moves toward the center of the bed. As soon as he is close enough, he presses him down into it with an insistent kiss, planting his elbows against the mattress and covering Yussa's body with his, chest to chest. His soft cock slots against the other man's hip.